lyrics
When I was a young man, I wanted to know
The home of jazz, blues, country and folk
I took a flight to New Orleans
With my eyes set on New York
The Big Easy provided me, a rhythm and a rhyme and melody
A bridge to cross the Mississippi river, the first lines of a song
I made my way to Memphis Tennessee
On the back of a greyhound, my guitar and me
A sign read “blues had a baby, they named it rock ‘n’ roll”
I went into a restaurant, I ordered some wings
The cook saw my guitar, he asked “boy can you play that thing?”
I told him, sure can, and I sang
Pass the hat, I’m finger picking, listen to music and eat your chicken, I’m singing a song, it’s finger-licking, Gus’s world famous hot 'n' spicy fried chicken restaurant
I was down on my last dime, but I had to find a way
I wanted to make it to the Big Apple some day
I hitched my way to Nashville, in search of country air
After busking a week or two and not much money made playing the blues
I packed up, I said “so long” I’m just passing through
And I’m getting kind a hungry too
Pass the hat, I’m finger picking, listen to music and eat your chicken, I’m singing a song, it’s finger-licking, Gus’s world famous hot 'n' spicy fried chicken restaurant
I played in the bars and I played in the church
I played out on the streets, I never had to search
For somewhere to stay, such good people, who helped me on my way
I came here for the music, but I learned something more
If it weren’t for those friendly folks, I’d never been a troubadour,
So this one’s for you
Pass the hat, I’m finger picking, listen to music and eat your chicken, I’m singing a song, it’s finger-licking, Gus’s world famous hot 'n' spicy fried chicken restaurant
credits
from
Eyes on the map,
released May 10, 2019
Rik van den Bosch: Guitar and vocals
Song written by Rik van den Bosch
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jake Skinner at Brighton road recording studio
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